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OOC: I am leaving this open on purpose, for either the sorceress, or the Mornia chosen Girl. However, if neither want to accept, it is perfectly fine being any random girl.
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He didn't like the idea of people finding out who he was for who might know him or girls wanting to dance with him he couldn't anyway he was on a job no time for fun.
He noticed Leena because he saw the masks before the ball incase he needed to act he knew it was her, and she was standing alone, so he walked over to her, and asked why she wasn't dancing.
"Why aren't you dancing with someone? don't like the crowds perhaps?"
Waiting for her to respond while keeping watch on all the people sensing dark magic was being used sometimes so he was really onguard ready to act when needed.
He then whispered to Leena. "Leena be on your guard i sense something bad."
He didn't tell her about the dark magic because he wasn't just going to talk about his past to someone he just met not to many days ago.
((OOC:incase people think what a small post it's because there isn't much to do yet for my character biger posts will come ^^))
Sidhe stood with her twin in the background of the ball. She disliked this whole event as the thoughts of everyone was there and very loud. She normally could drown it out, but she was afraid she drank a little too much and her power was diminished from the alcoholic effects. she hadn't danced yet, though many people had asked her as she stood, a pale white beauty with a black and red dress, red to match her eyes and a black mask to contrast her skin. She had turned them all down or scared them away with her unblinking stare. She didn't want to be here. She was only here because her older sister had a dream from their father telling them all to marry a king from another kingdom. She sighed, if she must she will, but she didn't care too much for anything her father told them to do. It's not like he really cared before.
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Seems like the corner wasn't a safe place to hide after all. The blonde was first approached by someone with wavy brown hair who offered her to dance with grey blue eyes. Other than that, Bridgitta couldn't see him. Well, she was wearing a mask herself. She was dressed in tradition Mornia gown ((she's in a kimono, but it's a bit more fitted and light)) that was the color of jade with cream accents that went with her light blonde hair. It would be obvious that she wasn't from Mornia originally for most of the Mornia folk had midnight black hair and slanted eyes. Bridgitta would have given him a no, but another man approached and she recognized that voice immediately. Rye had been hired to protect her cousin, who was within eye sight. His words made her stand erect. If something was wrong, it would be best to scope out the room. And the gentleman before her gave her that opportunity. Unfortunately she would have to dance. Well, normally if it was just here and one person it would be fine, but the crowd made her sick.
Suck it up, she told herself.
She nodded to Ryu before turning to the stranger again.
"I'll dance." she said simply before placing her hand in his.
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King Alexander watched the other man and frowned but then concentrated back on the girl. She seemed to hesitate and he wondered why. Maybe she didn't want to dance, in that case it would be fine with him, a little talk would be alright too. When she placed her hand in his he seemed surprised but happy. He stood straight, nodded at her and leaded her back to the crowd but stayed a bit on the outsides. He wasn't sure why she had been alone but maybe she didn't like the crowd much so stayed a bit out of it. He smiled gently at her, noticing the dress she was wearing. He didn't really care, she seemed quite alright. ''So Lady,'' he said softly, dancing slowly. ''Why were you alone?'' he asked her, smiling. ''You don't have to answer me if you don't want, I'm just curious and want to be sure you are alright,'' he said as he watched the others dance.
Inside the palace walls, the tension and desperation hung too thick in the air for her to stand it. So many were there to impress, wearing their best party clothes and family jewels, that they din't seem to enjoy what was supposively made for pure entertainment in her opinion. Her mask was made out of metal, wrapping around half of her face in breautiful swirling patern, almost see-through, but didn't steal any attention from her well-arranged curls and bright eyes. Her mother had forced her into a thick dress, the colors of fire. The corset was pulled on a little too tight, and the warm weather only added on to the heat that was produced by others. The small fan that she kept a hold on only helped by a bit, but it was certainly better than nothing.
After following her parents' instructions of sharing a dance with a few of the men that had fancied her for a dance, she finally made her way out into the castle's gardens that she had been eyeing the whole time from the pulled back courtains. People sat, walked, chatted here as well, but the clean air brought pleasure to her. From here, the music was faint, but pairs still joined in to the beat. Here, the air was lighter, somewhere easier to breathe.
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"I like my privacy, that's all." she said simply.
She never beat around the bush and was always honest with people. A few times she was told that she was brutally honest.
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"How much longer is it polite for me to keep doing this?" He asked, his advisors had told him before that he needed to dance and converse with many of the populous that night but they didn't specify how much or how long.
Jasmyne thought for a second then said, "you can have a break, social duty is almost done. Just be back by midnight okay?" He nodded and quickley dissappeared heading throu the crowd to the gardens that had been calling him all day. He had been to dragged down by duty and meeting with other important people to explore. Outside, he took a deep breath of air, inhaling the sweet purfume of the flowers after being surrouded by cologne and sweat for hours. He wandered though the lighted paths enjoying himself with the variety of plants not native to his own country.
Standing in the corner, touched just slightly with the edge of shadows, Adara curiously watched the others dance. She was in awe at how many people had showed up - and from each kingdom, no less. But they seemed to be enjoying themselves, and she looked on enviously. She was always on edge, just ready for someone to attack her, though she knew that there were plenty of guards at the ball. It was just her nature - to wait for the time when her defenses would slip and someone would come and hurt her. Whether it would be mentally or physically, she did not know. But Adara understood that keeping herself, and the others, safe was her main responsibility. She didn't have much time to enjoy herself or have fun. Though she sure would have liked to. . .
After a moment of thought, the young woman stepped tentatively out of the shadows' grasp and walked toward the edge of the large room. She moved with the grace of a hunter, and her thick, auburn hair trailed down her back like a lion's mane. The long, white dress she wore was strewn with black lace and flares of scarlet, and a matching mask twisted delicately across her face. The sharp angles of its design framed her amber eyes to create a wild, yet beautiful, image. She looked as she always did: a bit terrifying. A few men had approached her, but as her eyes had met theirs, they found a reason to leave. Perhaps if she had appeared a bit more inviting. . . but no, dancing did not matter - she was here simply because she was asked to, not because she wanted to. Adara decided that she would stick it out and remain a guest at the party. Shifting her weight to one foot, she wrapped her long fingers around a glass of wine and brought it to her lips, watching once again as the others danced. . .
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Wich means some strong dark magic users where here wich would mean people a Odrin where here that is what he tought he noticed a few woman that seemed suspicious to him not knowing yet they where the ones he sensed.
Ryu then watched sometimes at Leena making eye contact to tell if he found something or not, and while having eye contact he gave her a signal he found some suspicious people in the room staying close enough to the king of mornia.
Ryu waited for Leena to come over to him or not. He then made himself ready to enter combat any moment grabing something none alcoholic to drink he then puted a spell on himself to upgrade his speed when he needs to be fast.
Ryu disliked dancing but while waiting for something to happen or Leena to come over to him he asked a girl to dance and kept close to the king doing the same dance as the other talking a litle with the girl he is dancing with.
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Leena merely nodded and hoped he would take her outside. She was tired of this room but felt torn. She wanted to keep an eye on her cousin, but knew that's what Ryu was for. So she let him take her out of the room.
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Viola was shocked. She had been standing alone next to a group of woman who were laughing at a man, no doubt for something he had said, when all of a sudden the man in the black domino style mask with gold and silver swirls had grabbed her hand at random and had pulled her right out onto the dance floor. "And what might your name be, my dear?" Viola blinked a few times before she answered. "My name is Viola." He nodded and smiled. Why am i here again?? I don't even want to get married.She thought silently missing whatever he had said to her. Viola had never wanted to come to this ball but, Ella had other plans in mind. Ella wanted Viola to marry so she would leave the house for good. And seeing as how the kings were looking for women to marry Ella thought the ball would be the perfect place to go. So she forced Viola into a corset then made her put on a long strapless dress that is a bright turquoise with gold and silver swirls that worked their way up from the bottom of the dress and ended at her wast. Then Ella worked Violas thick midnight blue black mane into soft curls that flowed like a waterfall down over her shoulders and pinned the left side of her bangs at her temple with a Cherry blossom flower. After that she slipped on an uncomfortable pare of heels and a black lace mask that had swirls that matched the ones on her dress and was deemed ready. Now only hours latter she was in the middle of the dance floor with this man and to top it she was tripping over her feet because of these blasted shoes. Her face turned red as she stepped on his foot." Sorry" She muttered. Viola looked at the man and redeeming her confidence asked, "I seem to have missed your name when i was dragged out here. Would you mind telling me who you are?"
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"My dear, are you okay? You ought to be more careful." she said.
However, as soon as she said that, she spot telepathically to Misu, ~You clumsy girl! You need to be more careful. Several magic users are already on to us. Hide your powers!~
She would not have their cover blown.
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It was a relief to be outside. Leena immediately relaxed. She had always preferred the outdoors. While she knew it was too early to do so, she was tired of her mask and so she removed it. Closing her eyes, she inhaled the night air. Mornia was a lovely place, but parts of her still yearned for the colder weather Nitel provide. She turned back to her partner and grinned a little, which changed her entire demeanor.
"Thank you." she said simply.
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Leena was comfortable with the silence and she was content to stay there. This would have been perfect if it hadn't been for this sense of dread she was feeling. As much as she tried to push the feeling away, it just stood there. She wished she had her sword with her, but was reassured there was plenty of protection. Takumi and her father just didn't want her to worry. How could she not worry? She had already lost one family to violence. Should couldn't bare to lose anyone else. Leena had been helpless when her first family died. She would never be helpless again. That was certain. Turned back to the masked man and wondered what he was thinking. She was never one to prod so she remained silent.
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And walked to the food table looking at the sweets that filled the table, "Hmmm what one should I pick." She asked herself as if no one was there.
And looked at he dancing crowd, "That looks kind of fun." She said while smiling. Suddenly the voice came in, "Then why don't you go try it, huh."
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Lavilev was with the orchestra playing his harp. He looked severely out of place, but everyone was to distracted to notice. "People only see what they wish to see." He remembered the words that his former teacher told him during his training to be a prophet. He was the only string instrument in the group, and while the orchestra wore black suits, Lavilev wore his tan robes. In fact the only people who seemed to notice him, were the other musicians. But he smiled and plucked the strings of his harp along with whatever song they were playing. They all soon shrugged and apparently decided that he was good enough to play with them. After a few minutes, he thought, they probably forgot that he was even there. "Thank you my Lord." he muttered under his breath. He moved over here with the orchestra to get a better view of the room as a whole. He felt something dark here. Enemies of his God. It was almost a verbal waning ringing through his head. "My dear Lord, Your Will be done, I pray that the evil here will be eradicated before it can work it's plan. But I have faith in Your Will, if things do not work out tonight, I believe that You will protect us all." He said his prayer, and he was on guard. There was nothing else he could do right now.
'This, a party? Is this the kind of formal, stuck up elegence the Mornians consider fun?' He snorted inwardly, all the while keeping a pretty face on. For gods sake, you could not even see the poor girls' faces! He would have liked to bring his lute and play a tune for all the women, but that would give away his identity. 'They could learn a thing or two from the king of Noondrim- I'm rather well known for my upbeat palace parties, after all.'
He had barely finished his thought before the song ended, and Melchor dipped low to the ground in a bow. "It was a true pleasure to dance with such a fine lady." He murmured, straightening back up and taking her hand in his. In a second he had pressed his lips to the pale, cold skin of her hand, winked cheerfully from behind his mask, and slipped away from the dancing masses.
Perhaps it was just him, but there was a definite chill in the air. Being used to the arid warmth of Noondrim, this was all quite new to the masked king. He had dressed in rather thin clothes, though much thicker than his usual attire. He normally only wore silks and softer linens, but had dressed down so as not to stand out. He was wearing a rather slim outfit, something the nobility might wear in Noondrim but the more practical aspects of its design were not to be missed either. So in actuality, it seemed more the kind of outfit a noble-born boy might wear on a horse- a horseriding uniform. The hues were a combination of chocolate browns and cherry reds, accented with golden beads and buttons that set off wonderfully his glassy golden irises. His mask was made of wood, carved so that it curled almost halfway around his head and did not seem overly outrageous compared to some.
Seeking a short respite from his multiple dances, Melchor found himself leaning against the wall next to an open door that led outdoors and breathing in the crisp air. Ah, how he longed to be out there. He found his mind wandering back to the affairs of his kingdom, and questioning whether he had in fact finished the recent papers.